Do You Believe?

People are born into this world with the ability to discover their soul mate with ease, the person, or people, who are highly compatible with them. There are different rarities in this. People are born with a kind of necklace; these resemble a lock and a key, not in shape, but in their ability to come together. You are only born with half of the necklace. Size, colour, shape, each of these different aspects have different rarities. A small crescent shape is quite common, so is the reverse. Cadbury purple appears on at least 50% of necklaces. This makes finding a compatible match easier for the people with these types of common necklaces, but it also means these people are quite dull. Necklaces correspond with your personality, your family and genetics, and your physical characteristics. So people with common necklaces are usually common people with normal personalities, that’s why their match is easy to find. Some people choose to completely defy their necklace and make their own path.

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Everyone is born with a necklace. A key to finding their own perfect match. Everyone is born with one. How could a person be born without one? Its not something you can just take off either. Yet apparently, sitting in front of me was a man born without a necklace. . .

"Prove it to me," I demanded.

"How would you like me to do that?" He asked with a chuckle.

"Take off your shirt. . . Duh," I said, that was pretty obvious.

"You just wanna see me with no shirt on, don't you?" he said with a wink.

"Ew. No. You're accent alone is enough to turn me off. It's almost as bad as a Scottish or Irish accent," I said.

That was a  lie. I actually quite liked Australian and Irish accents but. . . He didn't need to know that.  Chord burst out laughing.

"Sure it is Dingo," he said with a chuckle. "If ya wanna come outside then I can show you, I guess," he said standing up.

Holy damn he was tall. Maybe 6'5 even. I looked up at him, amazed.

"Are you coming Emmeline?" he asked, a puzzled look on his face.

"Uhm, ah. . ." I stumbled. "Yeah. . . I'm coming," I said, standing below his shoulders.

We walked out of class together and I could feel the entire class staring at me as we walked together. As I was walking behind Chord, I raised my hand and chucked them all the finger over my shoulder. I heard whispers start instantly. Chord and I walked till we found an empty classrooma and went inside, closing the door behind us and walking to a corner of the class that would not be visable when looking through the small window on the door. I sat on one of the desks , my feet not even touching the ground with Chord standing in front of me. He took off his jacket first and threw it over my head. I inhaled before I got to pull it off and I could smell his cologne. I didn't want to like it adnd I quickly removed the jacket from my head. He then proceeded to take off his shirt and place it on the desk beside him.

I jumped up and touched the bare spot where his necklace should be. I tried to ignore his gorgeously tanned abs, Australia treats it's men well. I searched his torso, moved behind him and checked his back but there was nothing that I could see.

"How does this hap-" I was cut off by the door opening.

I quickly pulled my hands from his chest where they had been resting.

"What is going on in here?" The teacher demanded.

"Research!" I yelled quickly.

"Excuse me?" The teacher sounded extraordinarily confused, I mean, that wasn't the answer I would've expected either. Chord also looked pretty confused.

"My individual assignment for the year is on the 'soul' necklaces and Chord is assisting me in my research as he has quite an unusual case, similar to mine, sir," I said quickly.

"Put your shirt back on, now, and get back to your class," the teacher demanded, apparently at least partly believing my explaination.

Chase put his shirt on and I picked up his jacket as I began walking back to class with him. I lowered my head as we walked by the teacher to avoid his gaze. The walk back to class was silent and just before we reached the classroom door, Chord pulled me off the the side of the hallway.

"What are you doing?" I demanded. "Keep your hands off me!" I pulled my arm out of his strong grip.

"Okay. First of all, calm your shit, Dingo," he said with a laugh. "Now, get that bush off your face and stop looking so guilty or those people are going to believe we snuck off for sexy time and you also hadn't finished asking your questions so. . . Shoot," he said casually.

I threw Chord's jacket back at him and walked into the classroom, sitting back down on my seat and beginning my work. Chord walked in again eventually, sat down beside me and did his work, well, he was actually just playing a silly little flash game but I felt him look at me very time he died.

"What do you want?" I demanded, not taking my eyes from my screens.

"Do you want to ask your questions?" he asked, looking at me.

"Nope," I said, no emotion in my voice and still not taking my eyes off the screen.

"Look at me Emmeline," he demanded.

I smiled to myself, refusign to look at him. Suddenly he started touching my upper leg an I jumped sideways instantly. What on Earth does he think he is doing? I quickly saved my work and removed my usb before leaving the room quickly. That was assult. I walked down the halls for a whie before I heard feet coming from behind me.

"Dingo! Oi! Wait up!" he yelled.

I sped up, walking faster, making my way for the girls toilet rather than my original destination, the library.

"Emmeline! Fucking stop would ya?" He asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

Suddenly he was in front of me and I ran into his chest which, honestly, hurt a little. I tried to go around him but he mirrored my movements. I turned to run the opposite way but he grabbed my arm.

"What do you want Chord?" I demande, honestly feeling a little worried.

"Just calm down, Okay? I was looking for your phone to give you my number, okay?" he explained.

"What?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"You were ignoring me and you actually are doing an investigation on the necklaces so I was going to give you mu number so you could ask any questions whenever you wanted," Chord explained further, looking like he desperately wanted me to believe him.

"Okay," I said, pulling my phone from my back pocket and handing it to him, almost dropping it as our fingers touched.

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